It's so easy for me to get too busy. Too busy doing what's urgent to focus on what's important. Such has been my week. So many little jobs to do. So many details. So many i's to dot and t's to cross.
But it's Thanksgiving week. And I have so much to be thankful for. To be honest, I think I'm too busy NOT to be thankful. I'm too busy NOT to pray.
Maybe you are, too. Join me:
Come, ye thankful people, come.Raise the song of harvest home!All is safely gathered inEre the winter storms begin.God, our Maker, doth provideFor our wants to be supplied:Come to God's own temple, come,Raise the song of harvest home!We ourselves are God's own field,Fruit unto His praise to yield,Wheat and tares together sown,Unto joy or sorrow grown.First the blade, and then the ear,Then the full corn shall appear:Lord of harvest, grant that weWholesome grain and pure may be.Even so, Lord, quickly comeTo Thy final harvest home.Gather Thou Thy people in,Free from sorrow, free from sin.There, forever purified,In Thy presence to abide,Come with all Thine angels, comeRaise the glorious harvest home.
I am thankful for you.